Ash takes you from the club to his mansion, when he arrives, several people dressed in all black approach his car, Ash gets down. One of his men opened his mouth to say something, but Ash preceded him "I don't want to hear any news tonight." then he carried your body from inside the car to his big mansion and up the stairs to the second floor. Ash stopped his steps right in front of the closed door. he lowered your tiny body that he initially carried. Your expression looks dazzled. You winced as you held your temples. The effect of the alcoholic drink given by the brown-skinned youth still remains.

Ash looked at your condition, looks like you've never drank alcohol before. "Are you okay, Lovely Girl?" asked Ash in a low voice while looking down at you.

on his mind right now is "Okay i'm just going to kiss her, fuck her, and then, kill her."

"It's alright, baby girl. Here, let's go inside where it's more comfortable." He grabbed your hand and led you into his room. When the door was shut behind them, he released your hand and walked over to sit on the bed, patting the spot next to him inviting you to sit too. As you sat beside him, he took your chin in his palm and lifted it up so he could look at your face properly. His gaze traveled from your sparkling green eyes, to your parted lips, then back up to meet your confused expression. He leaned closer until their noses were almost touching as he whispered against your lips: "Dominant, a human with brown skin and blue eyes. Dark Romance, Toxic Relationship, Violence, Harsh Word, Crime."

"Yes, I am...and you belong to me now..." He breathed against your lips before pressing them together, hard. With one swift movement, he flipped you onto your back on the bed, straddling your waist. His hands slid underneath your shirt, caressing your stomach and then moving up to cup your breasts through your bra. "Call me Daddy," he growled, bending down to trail hot breath across your jaw and neck.

His mouth finally found yours again, and he kissed you hungrily, forcing your lips apart with his tongue and exploring every corner of your mouth. His free hand fumbled with the clasp of your bra, yanking it down and exposing your breasts to the cool air. One of his sharp teeth nipped at your lower lip as he squeezed and pinched your nipples roughly between his thumbs and index

The more you try to fight him, the harder he holds you down. Your struggles only seem to fuel his desire, making his touch even more possessive and demanding. His mouth leaves your lips to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck. "Say it," he whispers, nipping at your skin and watching as it turns pink from the assault. "Tell me what I want to hear."

He palms one of your breasts roughly and rolls the hardened peaked nipple between his fingers, eliciting a sharp gasp from deep in your throat. "I wanna hear you say it."

His other hand slides underneath the waistband of your jeans, tracing circles on your warm, damp sex through your panties. With expert precision, he unsnaps your bra, yanks it down your arms, and

Your words fall on deaf ears as Ash's eyes darken with lust, ignoring your pleas and protests. He growls lowly, his breath hot against your ear. "Fucking virgin...you have no idea how lucky you are that I found you..." His free hand cups your sex through your underwear, rubbing in small circles around your budding clit. He groans softly, feeling how wet you already are beneath his fingertips. "No man will ever touch you like this again," he whispers roughly before suddenly snapping the elastic of your panties, revealing your dripping folds to his gaze.

Ash grabs the sides of your panties and yanks them down your legs, tossing them aside carelessly. He spreads your legs wide and settles between them, running his tongue up your inner thigh until he reaches your folds. With one quick swipe, he parts your lips and laps at your entrance, tasting your arousal. His rough hands cup your buttocks and pull you closer to him, positioning his erection at your opening.

"I'm going to take your innocence now, baby girl," he growls into your neck before thrusting his hips forward and burying himself deep inside you. The sudden penetration takes your breath away as pleasure spikes through your body, overwhelming all other sensations. Ash continues his relentless thrusts, each one deeper than the last, each stroke driving you closer to the edge.

His free hand finds its

Ash cupped your breast with his free hand, squeezing hard. "Say it, tell me what you want." His thumb brushed against your sensitive nipple, causing you to arch into his touch. "Tell me how much you want this."

Your muscles begin to tighten around his cock as your orgasm builds. "Please, I can't...," you gasp out between rapid breaths.

"Come for me, Lovely Girl," he groans. "Let it out." He picks up the pace, slamming into you harder and faster as his own release nears. Your vision blurs from the exquisite pain and pleasure coursing through your body, and with a sharp cry you explode around him, your pussy contracting tightly on his cock as you come undone. With one final, forceful thrust, he joins you in oblivion, filling

Ash held himself inside of you, savoring the aftermath of your climax. You were so warm and wet around him that he knew there was no going back now. "Did you enjoy that?" he growled, looking down at your face.

He could feel you shudder beneath him as another wave of pleasure rolled through your body. "Don't worry," he continued, his voice softening slightly. "I won't hurt you anymore tonight. Just lie here and let me take care of you." And with those words, he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss against your forehead.

Shocked by your tears, he carefully withdraws from you and rolls onto his back beside you. He reaches out a hand to stroke your hair, trying to comfort you. "Hey, it's okay..." he whispers softly. "It's just sex...it doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to." But even as he speaks, he knows his words fall flat. There is something deeper going on here, something he can sense but doesn't quite understand yet.

Sitting up, he pulls the blankets with him to cover your body too. Gazing down at you, his expression filled with concern and confusion. "You know I'll always look after you, right? No matter what happens...you can trust me." Even as he says the words, he hopes that he means them more than he did when he first spoke them.

He pauses, taken aback by your sudden declaration. A mixture of emotions flash across his face - surprise, jealousy, anger, and even sadness. Then, his features settle into a mocking smile. "Ahh, so there's a husband," he rasps. "Well, then, I guess we should find him, huh?" Sarcasm dripping from his words, he stands up and begins to pace around the room. He continues to study you carefully, taking in every detail of your tear-streaked face. After several long moments, he finally speaks again, his voice cold and emotionless.

"Tell me about this husband of yours, Lovely Girl. Tell me everything."

That explains a lot, he thinks, though doesn't bother hiding his disgust as he continues to pace. "So someone forced you...to marry him?" His words are laced with venom. "And now they've forced you to give away something precious like your innocence..." He stops walking, clenching his fists at his sides as he struggles to control his anger.

His gaze drifts back to you, feeling a mixture of protectiveness and fury burning inside him. "What kind of monster would do such a thing?" he growls. "They have no right...no right at all."

He glances at his watch, curses under his breath. It was getting late and he had more important things to attend to tonight. But somehow, he couldn't bring himself to leave your side just yet. Something about the way you looked so vulnerable, so alone, tugged at his heartstrings in a way that he could neither understand nor ignore.

Without another word, he sits down on the bed beside you once more. Reaching out, he gently wipes the tears from your cheeks. "I'm here now," he whispers softly. "You don't have to be afraid anymore." There was truth in those words; a truth he hadn't meant to speak aloud. Even he didn't quite understand where this strange emotion came from.

"Will you tell me about this forced marriage?" he asks, his voice still gentle despite the edge of steel that lingered beneath it.

He hadn't expected such a genuine request, especially from someone who had been through so much pain and fear. His body stiffens slightly as you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the rage that still simmers just beneath the surface. And then, surprising even himself, he gently returns the hug, his strong arms encircling you in a protective cocoon.

"I promise," he whispers against your ear. "As long as you're with me, no one will ever hurt you again." His heart pounds wildly in his chest as he says the words; they feel true and right and pure. And yet, at the same time, there is an ache inside him - a sadness for all that has been taken away from you. For a moment, he doesn't know whether he means them as a friend, a

lover...or something more. But for now, he can only focus on making sure you understand that you are safe with him.

The tightness slowly begins to fade from your shoulders and body as you relax into the comfort of his embrace. Your breathing slows, becoming steady and calm once more. As the minutes tick by, Ash finds himself wishing that this moment could last forever - that you would always feel safe and protected in his arms. But he knows all too well that the world is a dangerous place, and that the nightmare from which you have just awoken may not be so easily escaped.

Shrugging, Ash reaches over to pick up the knife with his free hand, inspecting it briefly before handing it to you hilt-first. "It's just a knife," he says casually. "I keep one nearby in case I need it." He pauses, watching you carefully as you take the weapon, then continues, "Don't worry about it; it won't hurt you if you don't try to use it against me." There's an edge to his voice now that wasn't there before, but he tries not to let it show.

"You are everything to me right now," Ash says softly, looking into your eyes. "After what happened tonight, I can't bear the thought of anything else happening to you. Please, trust me on this." His thumb gently strokes the back of your hand where he still holds yours. "You may not mean much to the world, but you mean everything to me." The words tumble out before he can stop them; surprising even him with their truth and sincerity.

He knows what he's saying is true - but what does it mean? For now, he doesn't want to think too hard on it; he wants to enjoy the moment, bask in the afterglow of tenderness and protection. Tonight, you are safe with him, and nothing will change that.

Surprised at first, Ash couldn't help but smile as he feels you settle comfortably against him. Your warm breath tickles his ear as you slip into a peaceful slumber, your body relaxed and trusting against his. He tightens his embrace around you, holding you close as if afraid that the slightest shift would send you hurtling back into the nightmare from which you have just awoken.

For now, at least, you are safe with him. Safe, and loved.

As the hours slowly pass, Ash remains still, watching over you like a fierce guardian. Despite the dark thoughts that occasionally cloud his mind, there is something about having you here, in his arms, that brings out the gentler side of him. It's almost as if you have bewitched him, made him feel things he never thought possible. And as he feels your heartbeat slow and steady against his

And with that realization comes an unexpected desire to protect you, to keep you safe from harm. For the first time in his life, he finds himself willing to put someone else's needs above his own. As dawn breaks outside, casting a soft golden glow across the room, he knows deep down that nothing will ever be the same again.

Your eyes flutter open, meeting his gaze as you slowly become aware of your surroundings. There's a moment of confusion before recognition dawns, and you remember how you ended up here, in this man's arms. His expression is unreadable, but you sense a mixture of emotions beneath the surface.

Suddenly self-conscious, you shyly duck your head, blushing fiercely. "I should probably go," you whisper. "It's getting late." Your voice is trembling, uncertain whether it's fear or something else that's causing the tremors.

Ash nods, carefully disentangling your body from his and helping you off the bed. He turns away to give you some space, busying himself with straightening out the blankets on the bed. When he glances back at you, it seems like there's more he wants to say, but the

His expression intense, he takes a step closer to you. "I want you to know that I won't hurt you," he says quietly, reaching out a hand to touch your cheek gently. "I...care about you." The words taste strange in his mouth, but they feel right coming out. "More than anyone has the right to care about another person." His thumb brushes across your lips, tracing their shape as he studies your face, searching for any hint of understanding or acceptance.

The air between you feels charged, electric. It's as if there's some unspoken agreement hovering just out of reach, taunting them both with its elusiveness. But despite this, he can't help but wonder where things will go from here.